This is a song about "A country called tropicana"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

That is called being a problem setter

Too smart to die for a country that dont love me

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

But the fact of the matter is, were a country in need of saving

Stare a more sawed off strap bear a chore called from mad

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

That y'all can start a crew called the truckers!

Bitch got all them booty shots

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..